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furrowed as he contemplated the request. “Okay. But no kicking or it gets tied. Deal?”
    “Deal. No kicking. I’ll be good. Promise.”
    A thick, almost predatory look prowled across his dark features. I didn’t want to enjoy it…but who was I kidding? My words gave me power over him, just as his ropes gave him power over me.
    The men returned to opposite sides of the bed, then began undressing. My head snapped back and forth as if watching a tennis match, trying to take in their progress.
    Drake, with his shirt already off, had a distinct advantage. His hands went right for his jeans, dropping them along with his boxers. Dear God…yes. I worked my free thigh against my bound one, battling the new ache at my most intimate core. I’d seen them both naked before, but I swore to heaven, the sight was breathtaking every time. His body was chiseled and primed, carved in perfect detail, a classic statue brought to life.
    As he approached the bed, he met my fixated stare. I looked from his bobbing cock to his determined face, unwilling to miss a detail of his perfection.
    “You are so sexy, Mr. Newland.”
    His features deepened with pleasure. “And you are fucking beautiful, little girl—especially when you call me that. Shoots right to my cock.” He emphasized the point by stroking himself while I watched.
    “Ohhhh…wow,” I finally got out—and before I could help it, licked my lips. “I—I—really like watching you do that.”
    “Do you?”
    His sultry drawl brought out similar reflexes. I writhed and arched, very aware of the erect points at the top of my tingling breasts. “Mmmm hmmm.”
    “Well, then…maybe I should just stand here and beat off and you can watch. No touching.”
    I scowled like he’d just told me chocolate had been outlawed. “I hate that idea. That’s the worst idea you’ve ever had.”
    He laughed, but didn’t move. Well, except for the hand that kept stroking his cock. Slower. Tighter. From tip to base with movements that twisted a little, so I could see his forearm muscles bunch and coil.
    I gasped as white drops appeared on his taut head. Licked my lips again, craving the tart nectar of them. “Come closer.”
    He shook his head, continuing to stroke with those languorous pulls. The whole time, Fletcher stood like a statue on his side of the bed. He was midway through taking his shirt off, so it dangled from his neck with his arms free. His eyes were glued on me, as I watched Drake. Raw lust defined their lush blueness. Wow .
    “Fletcher?” I begged it and didn’t care. “Come lay with me? Touch me .” Surely one of them could be convinced to ease my ache.
    Drake growled, apparently not liking that idea—especially when Fletcher eagerly moved to oblige me. He gave a slight shake of his head as Fletch pushed a knee to the mattress. “No, man. She can do this. And so can we.” Though the clench of his jaw conveyed otherwise, Fletcher straightened and backed away—even when I groaned in protest.
    He unfastened his jeans then swiftly stepped out of them. He mostly went commando in casual clothes—heavens be thanked—so the immediate appearance of his flesh wasn’t a surprise. It was much harder to be blasé about the full glory of his erect length, standing at attention the moment it was freed. Like the rest of his body, his cock was a long, graceful work of living art, springing from a patch of dark gold curls that also supported his engorged balls.
    I ached to touch every inch of him but with a gloating smile, he did it for me. I was helpless to do anything but lay and watch as these perfect men surrounded me with their beauty, throbbing cocks in their grips, smiles on their lips.
    Now I closed my eyes. I needed relief from the antagonism.
    “Watch us, Talia.” Fletcher’s commanding tone was an equal peer to Drake’s.
    “Open your eyes and see what you do to us.”
    “Dammit,” I moaned.
    “ Do it ,” Fletcher gritted.
    My eyes sprung open. My gaze was